𓆣𓆣 In its seven or eight days of life, the kit has known nothing more than this. Warmth pressed in at all sides, the occasional kick or squeal from the littermates around it, and the rarer shifting of its source of food away, which draws a series of high-pitched squawks from Goldenrodkit each time it happens. At the very least, their nest is warm and comfortable, but the writhing of bodies around it makes the scrap of fur long for something better than this. It does not quite know why it does so, but instead of lying contained at its mother's side, Goldenrodkit begins to climb the body in front of it. Uncoordinated and slow, it is only because there are six kits to keep track of that it manages to scale the fluffy obstacle in its way. It recognizes the obstacle as its caretaker, the source of everything in its life so far, but in the moment Wisteriastrike is nothing more than a hurdle in the way.
Finally, with its mountain climbed and its energy fully expended, the kit's limbs splay out with a heavy exhale. Yet, after climbing atop its mother's body, there is only one place left to go: back down. Its tiny paws scrabble for purchase, but Wisteriastrike's fur offers none, and the kit goes slipping down the other side of its dam's flank. Falling onto the side, separated from its siblings, blind and deaf to the world, the kit is truly lost. It gives a warbling cry, feeble and fragile against the moss beneath its paws, before attempting to scuttle its way out of the nest entirely.
Finally, with its mountain climbed and its energy fully expended, the kit's limbs splay out with a heavy exhale. Yet, after climbing atop its mother's body, there is only one place left to go: back down. Its tiny paws scrabble for purchase, but Wisteriastrike's fur offers none, and the kit goes slipping down the other side of its dam's flank. Falling onto the side, separated from its siblings, blind and deaf to the world, the kit is truly lost. It gives a warbling cry, feeble and fragile against the moss beneath its paws, before attempting to scuttle its way out of the nest entirely.
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GOLDENRODKIT ⁺‧₊☽♰☾₊‧⁺ it/they/she, kit of shadowclan
𓆤 scrawny, scruffy black and gold kit with orange eyes. quiet and independent.
𓆤 chronic upper respiratory infections ; has a gravely voice and constant sniffles.
𓆤 cicadabuzz x wisteriastrike ; sibling to deathberrykit, elderkit, oleanderkit, centipedekit, maggotkit ; half sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, hemlockpaw
𓆤 peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; does not like physical contact & may react negatively
𓆤 played by foxlore
